Shalina was getting really tired of this stuff.
There was a saying where she was from. Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, thrice is enemy action. In her case she wasn’t sure the first time was happenstance at all, and the second time had definitely not been coincidence, but this was the third time now that the captain had rammed a boat she was in. This time it was the ship’s own longboat as well, full of supplies.
The water was warm, though, and so she lay there in the water, resting on a piece of lumber as the rest of the crew hurried along to fish the perishables out of the water. To their credit they had checked to see that she was allright before they followed the captain’s shouted orders to go for the supplies.
She calmly observed the activity, not really wanting to draw attention to herself, and quietly wondering to herself how long before the captain would realize his lover had been in the longboat as well, and hadn’t surfaced yet...